A couple days ago you and yours boyfriend, Zion, got in a fight. Currently you two are in the car, he's still mad at you but he couldn't stop himself from touching you. His love language is physical touch, big time. Right now his hand is rubbing your inner thigh, and caressing you gently.

You were trying to remain calm because that particular spot is your soft spot. He felt your squirming from his touch. He smiled softly and said "Are you ok, love?" His hand inched higher your dress. You glance over at him. "I thought you we're mad at me...?" He nods "I am, but my hand isn't."